Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.